I promise I'll fry you as an absolute last resort. I can even heal you after.

[It's hard to tell how much of that is E'kayan joking, and how much is him legitimately warning Hythlodaeus of something that might actually happen. He watches the man swim swiftly around him and nods, turning his attention towards the approaching moray.]

All right-- uh, if you can try not to move it around too much. I need to concentrate for this.

[At least for the first shot. The second one always comes off easier.]

Not asking much, I know.